Life's rigor has been taking a toll. Ingrid Michaelson does nothing more than amplify the theme of keep breathing in the very life I'm living in. I guess what really makes things special are the special people around you who throw you a rubber float.

I just browsed wefeelfine.org which is such a stunning piece of work. Browsing through the porny bits, the sad bits, the happy bits, my heart spins in so many directions. Honestly its quite an emotional rollercoaster browsing through the photos. My heart sank when I saw "I feel like describing all the gay sex I've had". It brought perspective- that there are deeper holes and louder cries.

Right now I'm mentally and physically exhausted. But my heart has such an immense urge to purge something out. I don't even know what I'm trying to say. It's ducky swimming here and there in this large pond. Even my analysis sounds so irrational and whatever and whatever and whatever.

Take a look there: wefeelfine.org. Maybe everything there sums up what I want to say.